HISTORY
9.13.19
Philippines II
i’ve been drowning in folklore
digging deep into the belly of uncensored
if there is any word used to describe this raw place
dense
where the air hugs your forehead with dew kisses
feeling round the clock forestry breath
they sigh here, the trees do
where the words are guttural sounds
harsh in your palate and smooth
they know their weight an purpose
imagine the smoothest strike on the bowling ally
thats what it’s like
so it makes sense
for this place to be oweled by nightmares
the things that keep you up at night
bed bugs and cheating lovers
milk without its honey
some body heavy
here we laugh our last day away the chills
sore throats and aching muscles
its worth it.